Sometimes I wonder if they see like how I do.
I see the sky and see the sea and see beauty;
Do they see like how I do
Or do they just imagine?
If danger is near I can escape:
But can they walk and run and jump
As fast as how I would do?
I call them Worthy Fellows: we are the same!
I and them are one: from one clay, we came.
Therefore I must never maltreat them:
They are never inferior!
How dreadful would my life be,
If I like them could hardly see!
Therefore I must never disrespect them:
They are never inferior!
How could I have written this line,
If their painful plight were mine?
I call them Worthy Fellows: we are the same.
I and them are one: from one clay, we came...
I plead with everyone, everywhere. Let us love and care for them. I feel sad whenever I see them suffer. I cry within myself whenever I see them cry for help. I feel pain whenever I see people treat them despicably. This is my passion. Read it to them...
ISAAC ESSOUN